Love
was busy panicking when the bell suddenly went off. After all the
other teens filed quickly out of the room Love nervously made her way
to the front of the room where Ryan stood gesturing for her to take a
seat.

After
sitting she looked up again, nervous. What reason would he have to
keep her after class? She didn't think she'd done anything
wrong.

"Love…"
He cleared his throat to start again. "Alexandra, I realize that
you might have gotten the wrong impression by us." Ryan said
calmly.

Love
got a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. " I don't know
what you mean. You're my teacher and I'm your student." She
said seriously.

Ryan
sighed. "I think that you've come to think of this as more than
just a teacher/student relationship." He said. He saw tears brim
in her eyes because she was scared and nervous. He cursed.
"Lo…Alexandra…" He had almost called her Love again.

Love
closed her eyes tightly before blinking rapidly to keep the tears in
check. "Why are you calling me Alexandra now? You've always
called me Love." She asked, confused. The tears were gone now
from her eyes but they were still in her voice.

"We've
got to stop whatever you've got happening between us." He said,
thinking that if he blamed everything on her she would begin to hate
him and then her knew he would be able to keep himself away from her.

"I
don't understand," she said even though understanding was indeed
just beginning to make an appearance. She was going to tell him the
truth. If he had figured her out than she would hide her feelings no
longer.

"I
think you do, Alex." Ryan said trying to look angry with her for
being so naïve.

"Okay.
I'll admit that I never thought of us and only teacher to student.
I thought of us as friends and it evolved from there but I never
meant to bring you in on it." She paused here to lick her suddenly
dry lips. "However, now that you know I would have you know the
full extent of my feelings for you." She whispered. She stood
from her chair and walked to stand before him.

She
slipped to her knees before him and framed his face in her hands,
looking up at him with her heart in her eyes. "Although I admit I
am young and do not know what love is I believe I am in love with
you." She traced his bottom lip with her thumb and he could not
make himself pull away. "Very much in love with you."

Although
he knew this was wrong in the eyes of the world he couldn't bring
himself to pull away. So emboldened was she that she leaned forward
and softly touched her lips to his.

So
caught up he was that he forgot all of his intentions and instead of
pulling away as he should have done he pulled her closer and deepened
the kiss. Standing he placed one hand possessively around her waist
to grip the opposite hip lightly while his other hand rested at the
back of her head, threaded through her hair.

He
was stunned and excitedly happy at the innocence in her kiss. Still
reality did not set in and he did not set her away. He enjoyed this
moment to the fullest and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue,
coaxing her to open to him. When she did he gave her the ruby red
digit. He traced her teeth and lapped at her tongue, drawing it into
play with his own. When she gave chase to his tongue as it retreated
mouth he felt a painful tightening beneath the fly of his jeans. And
still he did not give reality a chance as he moved his hand down to
gently cradle her neck.

Emboldened
again by his recklessness she pulled his tongue back to her own mouth
and suck slightly. This simple action coming from someone so
innocent drove him crazy and the hand resting on her hip tightened
possessively while his other moved down again, this time to support
one full breast in his fingers.

As
their tongues continued to dance and play his forefinger and thumb
gently caught her nipple and rolled it slightly, emitting a gasp from
her. Yet still reality evaded him.

Next
to her sweetly innocent kiss and responses there was nothing so close
to treasure. However, when she gripped his retreating hand to her
breast and he allowed his thumb to flick over the hard bud beneath
her shirt a moan escaped her lips as she arched into his touch.

When
he heard a sound so sweet coming from her he should have felt even
more pleasure. Instead reality returned to him in that moment and he
remembered his good intentions.

He
pushed her away with more force than was needed. "It is as I
thought. You are much to innocent for me. You would never bring me
pleasure and what else could you possibly be good for." He said,
hating himself even as he told himself he was doing the right thing.

He
almost cursed as he saw the tears of hurt bead her long dark lashes,
covering her beautiful aqua eyes, and the blush of shame spread
across her pale complexioned cheeks. He had taken it to far and now
she was ashamed and well he knew it. He never should have been so
bold as to touch her like that.

Love
skipped her next class and went home. She only had one class after
speech class anyways. Walking into her apartment she noticed how
much better off her family was since last year. Last year they lived
in the slums whereas this year they lived in a classy apartment.

She
went into her room and locked her door, knowing that she would be in
trouble for leaving school.

Thinking
of what had happened at school today she threw herself down on her
bed and cried. Slowly she drifted into a fitful sleep.

A few
hours later she woke to the sound of her drunken father barging on
her door. He was mad and she knew shy. It terrified her to know
that she was the cause for his anger and he was coming after her.

"Let
me in, you little bitch." She heard being called from her father,
his booming voice muffled by the door standing like an army of
protecting soldiers between them.

She
knew instinctively not to open the door. Instead she jumped off the
bed and ran to the corner. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend
she was somewhere else. It worked fine until he broke the door.

When
he slowly began stalking toward her she curled her knees up and, her
forehead to her knees, she covered her head with her hands.

"People
will say I'm not a good father, that my daughter doesn't know
discipline otherwise she wouldn't be skipping classes. What's
wrong with you?" Her father lectured her. She wasn't fooled.
She knew better than to talk. She knew it would get worse.

"Do
you want to fail high school? Do you want to stay here for me? I
can show you what you have to stay for. I don't know why I keep
you, why I take care of you. You're not even mine you know."

She
did know. He told her always. She was so busy listening that she
didn't expect the hit that he threw her way. So unexpected was it
that she actually felt the pain.

After
the first hit, however, she blanked. Everything. Her mind became
black. Her body went completely limp. And she waited. She waited
until it was safe to come back to life-to live again.

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